It's surprising how sometimes people can totally misinterpret a personality. I think this happens a great deal more with women than with men. I come from a very strong family of females. Only one boy on my mother's side of the family and he was the baby of the family. One aunt did "scientific stuff" that sadly, I never took the time to explore with her and went on to become a doctor. And this was all back in the 60's when black females were not as easily afforded opportunities as today. My own mother chose to stay in a small Southern town and raise me in a mixed environment during this time frame where that often required dodging bricks and cinder blocks thrown through your windows. I know strong women. I admire strong women.
But sometimes we see the persona and don't take the time to recognize that is merely a facade gently washed over a much more tender personality. Often a more fragile personality. Perhaps we should suspend our own judgement of a person and take the time to ask that person to open up and describe them self. Digest that self observation and use that rather than our own judgemental conception to guide us. Some of the strongest women I know are by far the most understanding, compassionate and loyal women I could ever wish to have in my life. We joke about having each other's backs, bail money and bags of lime in the back of our cars - but most often we are there with a movie, a Kleenex or a big ass margarita.
And just so there's no pre-conceived notion about me: I would say I'm high energy, secretly shy, humorous and loyally protective.
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